I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’m a bit of a slob. I’m always losing things, which causes my stress to skyrocket. Things are eaten by my purse, my suitcases, my desk, and my bedroom because until recently I have never, EVER put anything back. I’ve always been very relaxed about where things go, but lately I’ve been realizing that “controlled chaos” isn’t gonna fly for much longer.
So when I found a free minute at work, I got to work on the ultimate symbol of my affinity to sloth.
Behold, Meghan’s purse.
My once beautiful Tommy Hilfiger handbag is now a bastion of unneeded baggage- the place that projects go to die, if you will. I cart it with me all day, every day. At its worst it weighed 10 pounds. Also, my purses were never, ever emptied. When I get tired of the clutter, I switch the essentials over to a new purse. I also have a vintage Coach, a current Coach, a Nine West, various small clubbing purses and one brown handbag I got for $3 at Payless.
Before, I didn’t care how much stuff I carted. When all of my purses were filled to the brim with random odds and ends, I rejoiced. I would just run out and buy another bag!
Now my time is worth money. When I have to spend 10 minutes digging for my iPhone in my purse, that’s a problem. In a lifestyle where every minute is accounted for, I have no time for scavenger hunts caused by disorganization. Besides, I’m uncluttering my finances as we speak; why not unclutter the rest of my life as well? Let’s not forget that purses look much sleeker when they aren’t bulging at the seams.
Altogether, I find that I look a lot better and have higher self esteem when I’m projecting an image of being put together. When I’m not physically organized, I’m not looking my best.
I dumped everything out and did an inventory of everything I had crammed into a space too small for any computer larger than a netbook. If you’ve read the Harry Potter books, Hermione’s expanding beaded handbag comes to mind.
- 4 pens
- 2 iPhone chargers
- Nicorette gum and patches
- Money Sense and Cosmopolitan
- A gift certificate to a pub that my grandfather gave me 3 months ago
- Tons of papers including credit card statements, pay stubs, to do lists, subscription offers, and mail that was never sent
- A notebook
- Cheque book
- Kobo e-reader
This is my baby. I carry it everywhere. It holds up to 1000 books. It’s a bibliophile’s wet dream.
Out of the depths of organizational hell also came my makeup bag. So I inventoried the contents of that too, just for kicks.
- 5 lipglosses
- 2 mascaras
- 1 liquid eyeliner
- 1 pencil eyeliner (not shown)
- 1 perfume stick (Clinique Happy, love)
- 1 concealer
- 6 eyeshadows, all in various shades of pink and brown
- Eyeshadow brush
- Blotting papers
- 1 compact which is actually from Russia, and is probably one of the coolest things I own.
SERIOUSLY? I carry that much stuff every day for basically no reason? WHY ON EARTH DO I DO THAT?
I can’t put the papers left over where they belong until I get home, but it’s all now in a folder and I’ll be going over it all tonight. After some toiling, my purse looks much better. I believe that if my friends from high school could see this, they would agree that I’m no longer worthy of the nickname “Bag Lady”.
This year I have realized that I have to run my life like a machine. Everything in its place, everything with a purpose and everything contributing to a goal. Anything that hinders my goals gets tossed. Otherwise, the machine breaks down and it’s a costly mistake. The analogy is true whether I apply it to my career, my health, or my finances.
Does anyone else have a similar outlook?